A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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M

TUMHARE KHWAB

Tumhare khwabon mein..

Aasra mil gaya hai..

Tumhare ehsaas ne..

Manzil di

JINE KI CHAH

जीने की चाह सभी को होती है सदा।

ये �

parwah nahi kuch dam ki

कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,

Last Goodbye

I sit here waiting

waiting for you to see

that time is running out

come o